Hell On Four Wheels - Warmen

We hang tough When the chips are low Can't buy enough So we steal the show We get so hot We can't cool down So to hell with that We're rippin' through your town We've had enough of the raw deals Hit the road and tell ya how it feels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels We live fast But we love it so Can't see the past But it's gone we know We get so hot We can't cool down So to hell with that We're burnin' through your town We've had enough of the raw deals Hit the road and tell ya how it feels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Run like hell Hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels Like hell on wheels

Black Eldorado Ripping through the street So many faces So many different places to meet I rip down the strip Looking for some kicks I picked you up 'cause you looked like hell And you were on your own trip And we were hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels I thought of us as angels And I thought of us as devils too I thought of us with the long long hair Oh, if only we only knew And now we're much older, baby No more shiny shiny new The kids of yesterday are gone But they left us with their blues They left us running for our lives (They left us running for our lives) They left us running for our lives (They left us running, running) They left us running for our lives Well, we were hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Hell on wheels Dirty screaming white hot jeans Looking for a place to dream Hell on wheels And we were hell on wheels (Hell on wheels) Hell on wheels (Hell on wheels) Dirty screaming (Hell on wheels) White hot jeans (Hell on wheels) Looking for a place to dream (Hell on wheels, hell on wheels) Hell on wheels Hell on wheels

The wheels on the bus go round and round Round and round, round and round The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town The wipers on the bus go swish-swish-swish Swish-swish-swish, swish-swish-swish The wipers on the bus go swish-swish-swish, all through the town The horn on the bus goes beep-beep-beep Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep The horn of the bus goes beep-beep-beep, all through the town The money on the bus goes clink-clink-clink Clink-clink-clink, clink-clink-clink The money on the bus goes clink-clink-clink, all through the town The driver on the bus goes move on back Move on back, move on back The driver on the bus goes move on back, all through the town The baby on the bus goes wha-wha-wha Wha-wha-wha, wha-wha-wha The baby on the bus goes wha-wha-wha, all through the town The mummy on the bus go shh-shh-shh Shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh The mummy on the bus go shh-shh-shh, all through the town

If I had the choice, I don't need another second Give me five more minutes for packing, And I'll be gone And I will write you in my songs, Don't blame me when I'm drunk Just visit me if you're wondering how things are going. Give me four wheels and a sixstring, A bottle of booze a day And I'll play my songs, And get wasted on my way. Well the things aren't always shiny, But it's always better than rain And the whiskey will chase the clouds, Then the sun will find her way And when I'll wake up every morning, And I'll think about you back home I will drink another glass, For all those moments I'm feeling alone. Give me four wheels and a sixstring, A bottle of booze a day And I'll play my songs, And get wasted on my way. Could you tell to me what's so great, Of being a slave for something that you hate 45 years of regrets, I prefer this road until I'm dead. Give me four wheels and a sixstring, A bottle of booze a day And I'll play my songs, And get wasted on my way And I'll play my songs, And get wasted on my way And I'll play my songs, And get wasted everyday